FINAL FANTASY VII EVER CRISIS - Costumes For Cloud, Aerith, And Tifa!

FINAL FANTASY VII EVER CRISIS - Costumes for Cloud, Aerith, and Tifa!

Girldad!Judar fluff cause brainrot took over

Judar would prob be the type of dad who will let his daughter play and put makeup on him even though she's little and hasn't have a clue on how to apply eyeshadow or any of the sort; if his little girl wants to play makeup he will sit down and let her use his face as a canvas. He'll end up looking like a total clown, but oddly enough he's fine with it--which is a lot coming from the magi, considering he takes great pride in his good looks, but his daughter's laughter is one of the very few things in the world that could melt the ice around his heart, so he goes through with it.

His daughter has him wrapped around her little finger no matter how much he refuses to admit it

the magi of alma torran [04] || hakuryuu ren

pairing. hakuryuu x alma torran magi! reader

genre. romance, angst + smut

warnings. n/a for this chapter

words. 1k

summary. it's the first time you grace hakuryuu with a smile and he thinks it's..pretty.

notes. i whipped this up on a whim but enjoy another chapter 🧎🏻‍♀️ also, the text below is the title of the chapter! i'll add the title to previous parts and will keep doing it like that c:

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between scrolls, a smile is found.

It is well past night when a lone candle is your only companion as you wander through the halls of the castle that was once the heart of Kou, when Hakutoku still reigned over the growing empire.

The few maids who aid Hakuryuu in his plans are kind enough to tell you stories about the late emperor and his two deceased sons. But whenever you ask about what happened in this castle, their mouths remain as quiet as a grave.

All you know is that some areas smell like fire.

Golden ornaments decorating the walls shimmer in the glow of the small flame in your hand, paintings of the current empress regnant with her sons in arm peer down at you as your bare feet stray across the marble floors. Her smile is kind, perhaps even benevolent, you silently think to yourself and brush a curious finger over one of the artworks.

You stop your musings when murmurs of voices catch your attention and the flicker of another candle illuminates the room ahead of you. Drawing closer, you realize that the whispers belong to Hakuryuu and his fallen Magi, Judar.

Hakuryuu sits in the corner of the study hall, scrolls upon scrolls surrounding him and the desk he's studying at. He takes notes at a feverish speed and the focus in his eyes seems strained, almost forceful. Right behind him, Judar is peering over his King Candidate's shoulder and scratching his head in thought. Whatever they're trying to decode, it appears to lead the two men to a dead end.

"Yo, granny!," Judar calls out as soon as he notices your figure at the threshold. "You can either make yourself useful or keep going, you know?"

"Useful?," you question and approach the two men. Letting your gaze stroll throughout the room, a sense of awe washed over you; you aren't sure if you had ever seen so many scrolls in one place.

Up and down the walls, shelves full of knowledge, some sealed and beautifully decorated with sparkling gems while others are old and plain.

"These are my brother's scrolls. I wanted to go through them in hopes of finding a new spell for Judar to learn." Hakuryuu sits back in his wooden chair and spreads the scroll out for you to read. A sigh slips his lips, your eyes widen in recognition. "But it's all written in Torran."

"Allow me," you say.

Gently, you set your candle down, grab a nearby chair and take a seat next to the prince. Shoulders and knee touching, delicate fingers pull the ancient scroll to your nostalgic self and your eyes float over the words like butter. After so many centuries, a piece of home is finally right there, in your hands.

"Sacrifice your spirit to gain nothingness. Only then will you be able to rule over the void with mind and body only."

Those translated words roll off your tongue like sweet chocolate while your eyes fly from word to word, a smile tugs on the corners of your lips while warmth lingers in every syllable that spills from your lips.

"Whoa! Our granny is actually pretty handy! What do you think, Hakuryuu?" Judar throws an arm over your shoulder, causing you to yelp. He pulls you in like an old friend, like there isn't some sort of weird competitiveness towards you in his pitch black Rukh.

"I'm not a granny, you indecent Magi!," you argue and wriggle yourself out of Judar's grasp.

Hakuryuu skillfully ignores Judar's childish antics and lets a half-smirk grace his royal features. "Sacrifice, nothingness, the ability to rule..," he mumbles, "What exactly does this mean?" Black eyebrows furrow together in confusion, eyes seeking out your kind ones.

Like a priced possession, you hug the scroll to your chest and quietly chuckle to yourself. "It's the spell of an isolation barrier. Within a set area, you render magic useless and you're able to only use your physical strength."

Rudely, Judar snatches the scroll from your delicate hands and scans the letters carefully. Now that they are translated and he understands the intention behind them, he finally has a grasp of what to do, of what he can do to aid his king.

The Magi smirks. "You're not so boring after all, granny."

A bright light illuminates the room, takes the shape of an eight-pointed star and when Judar steps through the magic circle, he completely disappears out of sight. When the magic star dissolves into nothing, a chilly breeze greets your face.

"Where..is he going?" You turn your head towards Hakuryuu who waves your concerns off with a casual flick of his wrist.

"Who knows? He always runs off like that," he states.

As Hakuryuu looks at all the scrolls, not yet translated, he recalls the moment you smiled so genuinely upon seeing the language and translating the words of your mother tongue. The curve on your lips..it is pretty.

"Would you mind translating the other scrolls?" Hakuryuu has already deemed them as useless to his plans, but if this is what it takes to see you smile again and not see that passive look engraved on your face, he would gladly hear you out.

The candle casts an orange hue over your face and you're sure your skin must feel warm with the way your heart skips a beat. It's an unknown feeling, but you don't mind. Instead, you nod your head enthusiastically.

"I would love to, Hakuryuu!"

This time, your smile reaches your eyes which shimmer in the dim light. It's directed towards him, towards his selfish desire to hear you speak a language he is unfamiliar with. And the smile never leaves your lips as you translate the words.

Syllables upon syllables flow from your lips, fingers gently resting upon the fragile paper scrolls while the candle is slowly, steadily melting.

Hakuryuu finds himself drawn in by your knowledge, although he doesn't understand every single word. Perhaps, it's not only your origin, but also your sharp jawline, your focus and happiness blooming in your gaze.

"Is there something on my face?" You stop your reading and touch your cheeks instead, a worried expression on your features as you noticed Hakuryuu staring. "Do I look..weird..?"

Hakuryuu softly shakes his head no.

"This is the first time I've seen you smile."

Oh.

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the magi of alma torran [05] || hakuryuu ren

pairing. hakuryuu x alma torran magi! reader

genre. romance, angst + smut

warnings. mentions of death/dying

words. 968

summary. you touch your cheeks, but don't feel any warmth. you touch your chest, but don't feel your own heartbeat.

and yet you know you are as happy as the moon when the sun shares its light.

notes. y'all know i just had to include The Forehead Touch™ 🤠 anyways, next week we're gonna see judar and get to see a few other starring characters ✨

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scars never fade.

There's only so much Hakuryuu understands of Belial's powers. Day and night, he would stay up and figure out the complex magic which is supposed to be his. But no matter how much Hakuryuu tries, all he ends up with is a split scythe, broken into two for reasons he cannot name. The prince thinks it's Belial's fault for refusing to become his djinn on his own accord.

Luckily for Hakuryuu, he has a lovely Magi by his side. And no, he doesn't refer to Judar.

Heavy raindrops slip from heavy, gray clouds as the fourth prince wanders through the palace garden. Petals glistened in the rain, the wooden path snaking its way through bushes, trees and past pavilions is several shades darker and more slippery. Chilly is the air that blows past Hakuryuu's pale face, triggering goosebumps on his neck and arms.

The prince takes one step after another while his azure eyes are seeking out your silhouette hidden in the vast garden where he used to train with his brothers. Occasionally, Hakuryuu swears he can hear his brothers' laughter, the metallic cling of swords clashing in a sparring session and his sister calling them inside for a cup of tea and pastries.

But all of this is long gone. They will always remain memories of the past.

Suddenly, Hakuryuu stops. He finally finds you with a fine umbrella between your graceful fingers and bare feet buried in the damp grass. Head lowered, you curiously gaze into the pond in front of you; fat koi fish roam the space. Above them, pink water lilies are in full bloom and serve as mere decoration.

Slowly, you turn around and greet the prince with the smile he said he liked to see and waved him over. "You'll catch a cold if you keep standing there. Come here."

Hakuryuu finds home underneath the umbrella and takes it from your hands to share the small space, shoulder to shoulder. "Thanks," he murmurs.

"Tell me, what leads you to me?," you asked, a gentle caress laced in each syllable that spills from your lips.

Silently, Hakuryuu wonders if he has become that predictable or if this is merely the ability of a Magi to sense intentions. Yet again, Hakuryuu has never come to you without desiring to know something. "Belial's powers," he starts, voice firm.

"No matter how hard I try, I can't seem to figure out his magic. Much less, summon this djinn's weapon. All I end up with is one half of a scythe." Hakuryuu hates to admit that he's struggling to learn something that had come so easily to him when he got Zagan.

"Belial's magic, huh?," you wonder out loud and stop in your tracks right underneath a small pavilion. Gently, you lay your hand upon Hakuryuu's shoulder armor and instantly, the djinn's symbol illuminates the space around the two of you. A fond smile stretches your lips.

"Belial's scythe is capable of severing the spirit from the body. Your nerves, feelings, memory, everything you are, gets sealed in a space separate from ours." You look up at Hakuryuu, gaze unusually hard and serious. Deftly, your hands remove the headdress in the shape of a crescent moon.

"If his scythe slashes your head, you end up dead, Hakuryuu."

Hakuryuu's eyes narrow and he drops the umbrella; a dull thud is all that's heard. His chest rises and falls quicker, sweat trickles down his temple as the prince spots the scar on the top of your head. "Belial..killed you..?"

"You have already heard of Ill Ilah's descent in Alma Torran and this is the price I paid for helping King Solomon seal the deity." Hugging the crescent moon to your chest, you lower your eyes to the ground and let them flutter shut. You sigh.

"It was an accident. I got caught in the crossfire and before I knew it, Belial severed my spirit from my body. When djinns were created and my body was with Belial, he managed to restore my consciousness and a few of my senses.."

Why? Why is your story tugging at Hakuryuu's heartstrings? Your words leave ripples in the still sea that is his troubled mind. Ripples lead to waves and waves lead to disastrous floods which shape a wish purer than his Rukh could ever hope to become.

He wishes he could've stopped your downfall.

"[Name].."

So caught up in the past, you fail to notice Hakuryuu holding and lifting your hand. You're too busy rambling about feelings of regret, guilt, despair. Tears brim your eyes, painting them glossy, but you refuse to be so vulnerable in front of the prince.

"..But up until this day, I can't feel anything. I can't feel pain, I can't feel the sun on my skin, I can't feelㅡ"

"Do you think this would hurt?," Hakuryuu cuts you off.

Opening your eyes with a gasp, you finally see that Hakuryuu's resting his forehead against your own, right where your third eye remains. Although once filled with remorse, the tight look on your face softens gradually.

You gulp down the lump in your throat. "Allow me to be delusional, but I do not believe you would hurt me."

Instead of one of his infamous half-smirks, Hakuryuu grants you a smile and reaches for the headdress clasped in your hands. Dare you say, he is gentle when putting the crescent moon back on your head where it belongs and wrapping the single layer of cloth once around your hair. You touch your cheeks, but don't feel any warmth. You touch your chest, but don't feel your own heartbeat.

And yet you know you are as happy as the birds are when the sun rises, when the fireworks explode, when the sun illuminates the moon.

"Then keep being delusional."

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